Immortal Love, forever full,Forever flowing free,

Forever shared, forever whole,A never-ebbing sea!

We may not climb the heav’nly steepsTo bring the Lord Christ down;

In vain we search the lowest deeps,For Him no depths can drown.

Immortal Love, forever full,Forever flowing free,

Forever shared, forever whole,A never-ebbing sea!

We may not climb the heav’nly steepsTo bring the Lord Christ down;

In vain we search the lowest deeps,For Him no depths can drown.

But warm, sweet, tender, even yetA present help is He;

And faith has still its Olivet,And love its Galilee.

The healing of His seamless dressIs by our beds of pain:

We touch Him in life’s throng and press,

And we are whole again.

But warm, sweet, tender, even yetA present help is He;

And faith has still its Olivet,And love its Galilee.

The healing of His seamless dressIs by our beds of pain:

We touch Him in life’s throng and press,

And we are whole again.

Thru Him the first fond prayers are saidOur lips of childhood frame;

The last low whispers of our deadAre burdened with His name.

Thru Him the first fond prayers are saidOur lips of childhood frame;

The last low whispers of our deadAre burdened with His name.